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Oddra's Parroty

Oddra was a little birdie who was locked in her gold guilt cage. On the eve of her destruction she was too quick in throwing down her page. Serendipity had led her to the most wonderful birdie carnival in town. Little then, did any know, that soon would come WWE, Smack Down. She spread her wings and danced and sang and flitted all about. The she started out and shared a bit….OK…she shared a lot! She was in her groove! Or At least that’s what she thought. This is when the lines got crossed, causing the great confusion. That escalated to pointing fingers blame and accusation of delusion. Unfortunately, her listening was selective. So this is all she heard, whispers, “What kind of bird is that, a loon, a coo-coo bird?” “She looks a little parroty to me”. Writing on the wall read, “sitting duck” Unwittingly she’d stepped on toes, as misconceptions flowed both ways. She had no idea that some had known her from before, in better days. She did not hear nor see them. Did not hear them rapping at her door. The kept reaching out a hand to say hello. She appeared to just ignore. Who’d be talking to her there? She’d never been there before. She completely missed her half of her poor friend’s ironic one way conversation. She shared again, totally unrelated, that fit in perfect context as brutal provocation. After this, the demarcation line of friend and foe becomes a little blurry. Each perceived the others actions as offensive resulting in actions of fury. Hold a pen in front of you, from end to end, creates a line. But hold looking down its barrel and it’s circular in design. Both are true, and also both are lies. In the end they’re both the same. Is an Oddra not an Oddra even with a different name? Here’s my stamp, Divine Design; classic, tragedy and comedy. That was the only mask. Oddra, cursed the circled ones. The lines, drawn in the sand, doomed her as their task. The lines devised a brilliant plan: having placed some peas around a hole they’d made in some ice, “Apocapus”, as she’d been dubbed, “She has to pee sometime, When she comes up to take a pea we’ll kick her in the ice hole.” There it is my friends. Oddra was Slammed dunked!! This is just tale. I to this I will fully digress, I am a very Odd Duck!!! There were those too, caught in the middle, undeserved bad luck!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/20/2010 4:52:00 AM
Hello Audra. Welcome to the 'Soup'. Many plays on words happening here. As I was reading this a huge flock of noisy birds flew past..no "Odd Duck"s, and certainly no "bad luck". Their flight in perfect synchronicity, "all the same", but I imagine, "different". One thing for sure, they all have the same needs and share the same space. So, "Oddra", might not be so odd after all. Enjoyed this piece a whole lot! best wishes to you, Mikki
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